Some cool stuff has happened. First, my chapbook ALL THE GHOSTS WE’VE ALWAYS HAD is getting published! Wheeeeeee! I am super excited for a variety of reasons. A) this little book is near to my heart. It’s small, but big, big love has gone into it. I adored writing it and
The other day I looked over at my burgeoning bookcases. And I noticed how each shelf held a different literary vibe from a different part of my life.
I must admit, I do judge a book by its cover, and the cover of Steph Post’s LIGHTWOOD is gorgeous.
Let’s talk about books, baby. Or better yet, let’s talk about you and me and how we reread. There are two novels I tend to revisit over the years. I have many books I wish I could reread, yes, but I am short on time (thanks, kid) so I mostly
Oh lord almighty, I have been a callous, slovenly, pant-less blog updater, haven’t I? It took me five times to log into my account, and finally I was able to jumanji the sonofabitch. Yet my return to the blog-o-sphere (is that term still relevant?) is another story for a different blog
They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but man, am I guilty of that. I’ll pass through a bookstore and stop and do a double take at the gorgeous book cover in front of me and then I’ll fall in love and then put a ring on its
Hey-o! This post marks my return to blogging. Not that I meant to take a hiatus or that anyone really noticed that I’ve been MIA BUT baby is an adorable little time suck and my blog posts as of recently have been severely lacking [insert sad emoticon here]. Anyway, I am
I just read an article about how reading an actual, physical book will turn you into a smarty-smarty pants. This makes me giddy as fuck. I’ve always been a big advocate for the printed word and now…science sides with paper, mofos. “Reading in print helps with comprehension,” the article states. Kindles and
So I went and read a book. First of all, this calls for a brag. I managed to read a whole, entire book AFTER my baby was born. And in less than a month’s time. I am pleased with this. One thing I didn’t want to lose after having a baby
Facing a fear is a big deal. Like wearing pleated pants or forcing yourself to re-watch that X-Files episode of “Home” one more time. Facing a phobia? Now that’s some pants-shitting terror. As silly or as severe as that phobia may be, that fear’s in your brain, ingrained like a parasite.